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Sunday, June 22, 2008

A common refrain in sports analysis has been that the modern athlete doesn't care enough. That he's only in it for the check, that he's all attitude and swagger. Seems to me that fans would appreciate an athlete willing to take performance enhancing drugs, putting his physical well being at risk in order to give his all on the field, but that's a different discussion. Kevin Garnett won an NBA Title last week. He was happy. He got criticized by some as overly effusive. 'Cause, you know - we want you to care, but only the right amount.

I had no dog in the finals fight, but I watched this on DVR at 6 the following morning and teared up. Good for KG, good for the Celtics.

Life's hard. Bad things happen. If you are able to be happy, be as happy as you can be.

The next time someone uses the phrase, "it's apples and oranges" recognize that if he is saying "these two things aren't comparable" he's using that phrase incorrectly.

Because apples are better.

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Apples taste better on their own, and the body of apple products, from pies to crisps to cobblers and brown bettys to martinis to jacks are superior to the body of orange related products, juices and roughys and whathaveyous.

I don't hate oranges.

But if there's one point I'd like you to take away from the totality of this blog - if this blog has a mission statement it's this:

There are no ties. Pushing is for pussies.

Everything can be evaluated as superior or inferior. Everything is either over or underrated.

Everything.

Money, for example, is underrated.

"But it's so highly rated - everyone knows money is huge - huge - how can it be underrated?"

Because it isn't overrated. So it's underrated. Make a goddamn decision please.

If you won't, I will. Someone has to.

So, the next time you hear "it's like apples and oranges" recognize that's code for "I don't have the stones to make that evaluation, so I'm going to punt."

If he won't make it - you make it.

And if you won't. I will. Hell, I'll make it even if you do. That's how I roll, sister.